Christmas In Paris

(One, two, one two three) I'm barely out here More than I wish I was I'm poison ice cream Well otherwise I'm soft I bury the lead No one can tell his flowers come from me To never recover anything I'm worried 'bout him He swims in London fog In an ocean of dread Into the dark hours Caught in a trance I know no one can hold him like I can God God hangs overhead cursing the love I found I may buy the farm here if the folks find out Sharpening their stakes to Drive away Wild animal instincts Don't fear me She don't feel right, she don't feel right So this is my plan Knowing the risks involved And this is my prayer All of his roots dissolve And love, take my hand Knowing I can't remember where or when I have ever been welcome where I am I'm lost in him now Why can't my lips be shut I am only a friend I did no wrong I'm not caught in a trap Most of me hopes I can hold it in, swears I won't speak of it Held 'til I bit my tongue Still believes I'd know better and I do not It's Christmas with his family (Not so fast) In love amidst deceit Don't fear me I can't resist 'bout you Your- oh, especially your Nod, smile, it slips by you We'll call it practice for her